Where Phoenix
lived people didn’t dream of becoming doctors, lawyers, teachers or
professional athletes. The people in her neighborhood dreamt about
making it to the next day alive. Phoenix
experienced a lot of bad times during her childhood years, and learned
that even though there were areas in her life that needed improvement,
it didn’t mean she was a failure. Every day, Phoenix
was told by men how beautiful she was, yet she knew she was not a movie
star or model. She was just your average girl who grew up in the
ghetto. Looks weren’t everything. The outer surface told only a part of Phoenix’s story. What lied beneath was what really mattered.
Today, Phoenix’s
life will change. The past few months had been rough for her, not
knowing what her future held. She was unsure how to handle what had been
happening in her life. This was the day that she had anxiously been
dreading, her meeting at the Cuyahoga County Court at 9:00 a.m., court room 18-A. For court, Phoenix searched her closet for the perfect attire: a black Calvin Klein pant suit, a pink shirt and a pair of black BCBG pumps.
In the townhouse where she’d been residing for the last three years, Phoenix
stepped out of the hot steaming shower, wrapped her wet hair in a towel
turban, and slipped on her plush terrycloth bathrobe. She stood at the
double-sink vanity, and wiped her hand across the mirror so she could
peer at her reflection. She was mentally in pain. Butterflies grew in
her stomach as she looked into the mirror, hoping to see the image of
the person that was no longer inside her. Phoenix
wanted to cry, but she knew she had a long road ahead of her and crying
wouldn’t change the situation. She crossed the line. The damage was
done.
“I’m going to get over this hurdle in my life,” Phoenix spoke to the image that looked her straight in her eyes with a worried expression on her face. As Phoenix stood in the bathroom, she also thought about a meeting she had a few weeks ago with her attorney Anthony Lombardi.
“Tell me straight up, am I going to jail?” Phoenix had nervously asked as she glanced around Mr. Lombardi’s office trying to avoid eye contact.
“Oh
yeah, for sure,” her lawyer had responded. “But for how long, that I
don’t know. That’s up to the judge to decide. That’s why it’s very
important that you make a great impression on the judge.”
For a split second, the thought had entered into Phoenix’s
head—illegally leave the country and start a new life. She wasn’t
looking forward to the flavorless food, waking up early in the morning,
and sitting around all day. She was not the type of person who enjoyed
sitting around doing nothing. She was a mover and shaker. She knew if
she left town or the country, the police and the bail bondsmen would be
looking for her. Plus, she would constantly have to look over her
shoulder while on the run. However, the main reason she could not and
would not leave was because she just couldn’t leave her friends and
family behind, especially since they had put the collateral up on her
bond.
Phoenix
took a deep breath as she covered her face. Swallowing hard, she tried
to hold back her tears, but inside, she was crying like a baby.
“Are you okay, Phoenix?” her attorney had asked. Phoenix did not respond; instead, she looked up at her attorney as tears started rolling down her face.
“No.”
Phoenix
shuffled out of her attorney’s office with her head held down. She felt
hopeless and helpless thinking about the information her attorney had
just given her. As she sat in her car, she had screamed out loud “How
did I let myself get in this shit?”
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